SETH JOHNSON'S RESIDENCE
Seth sat slouched on the edge of his couch, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead despite the cool air conditioning.
The unanswered calls to his uncle weighed heavily on his chest. The familiar tone of the disconnected line replayed in his mind.
"Why isn't he answering? Was he really arrested?"
“This is insane,” Seth muttered, rubbing his temples. He threw his phone onto the couch and stood abruptly. “I need answers.”
Without hesitation, he grabbed his car keys from the side table and stalked toward the door. His mind swirled with questions. Each passing moment felt like torture.
The drive to his uncle Richard’s house was a blur of tense silence and the hum of the car engine.
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JOHNSON ESTATE
Seth’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he approa
